Film as dream, film as music. No art passes our conscience in the way film does, and goes directly to our feelings, deep down into the dark rooms of our souls.
I put a piece of paper under my pillow, and when I could not sleep I wrote in the dark.
How blessed are some people, whose lives have no fears, no dreads; to whom sleep is a blessing that comes nightly, and brings nothing but sweet dreams.
I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, and nodding by the fire, take down this book and slowly read, and dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
The dragon is the paradigmatic figure of the marine monster, of the primordial snake, symbol of the cosmic waters, of darkness, night, and death - in short, of the amorphous and virtual, of everything that has not yet aquired a "form". The dragon must be conquered and cut to pieces by the gods so that the cosmos my come to birth.
From time immemorial artistic insights have been revealed to artists in their sleep and in dreams, so that at all times they ardently desired them.
The world of men is dreaming, it has gone mad in its sleep, and a snake is strangling it, but it can't wake up.
In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.
How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake, and talking to one another in the waking state?
The nicest thing for me is sleep, then at least I can dream.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.
My dream is to save them from nature.
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
I've dreamt in my life dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they've gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the colour of my mind.
Beauty is as relative as light and dark. Thus, there exists no beautiful woman, none at all, because you are never certain that a still far more beautiful woman will not appear and completely shame the supposed beauty of the first.
I wonder anybody does anything at Oxford but dream and remember, the place is so beautiful. One almost expects the people to sing instead of speaking. It is all like an opera.
I seriously doubt I would ever have written the first story had I not been a lawyer. I never dreamed of being a writer. I wrote only after witnessing a trial.
Good communication is as stimulating as black coffee and just as hard to sleep after.
Obviously one must hold oneself responsible for the evil impulses of one's dreams. In what other way can one deal with them? Unless the content of the dream rightly understood is inspired by alien spirits, it is part of my own being.
You don't realize how useful a therapist is until you see yourself on e and discover you have more problems than you ever dreamed of.
Even were sleep is concerned, too much is a bad thing.
The three great problems of this century; the degradation of man in the proletariat, the subjection of women through hunger, the atrophy of the child by darkness.